“Be a dear”, said Aunt Agatha, “and write to that nice man about the things”.
“Which nice man about what things?” I asked.
“The man who collects beetles about the hymn-books”, replied my aunt without hesitation. “Here’s his address:
Ernest Baggins,
Mallards,
Appleton,
Kent”.
“That doesn’t sound right, dear”, interrupted Aunt Maud. “I’m sure he’s not Baggins. Where’s my book? Yes, here we are:
Ernest Boggins,
Halyards,
Bladon,
Surrey”.
“That’s not what I’ve got”, put in Aunt Jobiska. “I’ve got:
Edward Biggins,
Haystacks,
Cuxham,
Surrey”.
“Not Biggins, Jobiska, Boggins”, this from Aunt Kate.
“Edward Boggins,
Pollards,
Appleton,
Sussex”.
“Stuff!”, said Aunt Tabitha rudely, “He is called Ernest Buggins, poor man, and his address is:
Willows,
Bladon,
Surrey”.
As no Aunt was willing to give way, I had to ring the vicar and he, it turned out, was both deaf and loquacious. However, I got the name and address in the end and found that each aunt had been right in exactly two out of her five particulars.
What is his name and address?
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